Oh, no, no! I couldn’t even dream of turning pro. No way! But I was really, really happy with how things worked out up there. I’m still kind-of riding a high. I really got lucky. I have fun with it, the racing. I think it’s fair to say it’s...

With the car four hours or so behind him, Mortie was starting to forget things. He stopped every few seconds to check the pockets in this cargo shorts. It was compensation in a way. He knew the keys weren’t there. The keys were locked inside his rental car....

I only remember falling on top of her. She was laughing. She threw her arms around me and I could smell beer and nachos on her breath. I struggled with my pants. Then, nothing–until the sun came up and the birds started singing through the window. I gradually...

Microfiction: Dating with Our Demons “I believe you have a reservation under the name ‘Warner’.” Gareth smiled. The hostess looked up from her station. She caught her breath. “Oh, Warner, yes. . . ” Smiling rather deliberately, she...

“I can’t see,” whined Harvey in his nasal, sputtering voice. “There’s too much light in my eyes!” He squinted and looked away. His cheek tapped the controller rod. His chair jolted forward by a fraction of an inch, compounding the...

We have problems in the United States today, and not many solutions: Illegal immigrants are rushing the gate, people are demanding legalized pot, the economy enters its fifth year of recovery that means nothing for you, the rich are getting richer and the poor poorer....

Author of the new novel "Eye of the Diamond-T" available on Amazon in print/Kindle and wherever fine ebooks are sold. Recovering microserf. Motorcyclist, musician, promoter and mini-sensation. More info at www.diamondtbook.com